I vaguely recall and episode of Star Trek. After a very hard journey and almost losing hope for reaching Earth, they landed on a planet, for some reason they all started hallucinating. They see themselves in a heaven-like place. Altough it was something like a desert. One of them somehow pulled himself out of the dream. Helped two others to get out. Tried to persuade them to leave but they were reluctant. They wanted to chose the dream, to reality.
I often think about this. I don’t know if I would have chosen to learn/know all the things I have learnt so far, if I had the choice. I think I would have preferred not knowing if I had the chance. This funny thing called experience makes me feel heavy.
Perhaps the notorious word ignorance is not as bad as it sounds 😉
Getting old is getting short of passion I guess. Learning to letting go. To accept…
Kids don’t wear masques. No complex reactions. You see pure emotions, there. As it is.
(His trembling lovely voice)
In time, we learn to “put up with” our “weakness”es. What you see is anger, what’s present there is heartbreak and frustration. Especially for men.
Her: Draw a picture of me
Her: I want to see what you see
I don’t know other languages or cultures, in Turkish, the analogy for heart in some cases is a glass vase. To depict once it’s broken/smashed, almost impossible to mend, never to be restored the former shape.
Indeed it’s never the same, is it? One feels holes, cracks inside, never fills again. You acknowledge them inside and learn to live with them.